Time for Goodbye
Like many other Americans, I bought a Powerball ticket yesterday.
I don’t normally buy any kind of lottery tickets. Actually this is the first time I’ve ever purchased one. But I thought, What the heck, $2 for a Powerball ticket isn’t much. Just in case a miracle should occur…
I know exactly what I would do with that money.
Happy days to all of my friends who are adopting and struggling to raise the funds! Your adoptions just became fully funded!!
Oh, I cannot tell you all how much I would love to make that happen.
And big scholarships for all of the special needs kids on Reece’s Rainbow that I can’t adopt but obsess over, like Ben and Isaiah. Ben, Ben, tiny Ben–if someone saw you had no adoption costs due to a huge scholarship surely they would bring you home in a heartbeat and give you the medical care you so desperately need so that you don’t die alone in an institution. And Isaiah, he’s going blind and they don’t know why. He needs help. No one in Ukraine will save him.
Even after funding adoptions and giving money towards hosting costs I would still have plenty of money left over to pay off my debt, and invest a large amount in stocks, maybe purchase a business, and making savings accounts for all of my kids.
I would love to buy land, build a house, and buy Gypsy Vanner horses.
Then, I would just continue on with normal daily life. You know how they say winning the lottery ruins people’s lives? I figure if I ever notice that starting to happen then I will quickly fund ten more adoptions… ;)
Alas, real life without millions of dollars in my bank account continues on.
Igor’s last week here is this week. Tyler is leaving with him to head back to Atlanta on Thursday night or Friday morning. It’s a long drive, so they’re going to stop at his parents’ house in Kentucky and spend the night. It’s four hours to his parents’ house, and then six more hours to Atlanta from there.
Even with cheap tickets from Southwest out of Columbus flying would still be several hundred dollars we don’t have to spare right now. I was going to go to Atlanta with them, because we really need to talk to the orphanage director who is here in America for the first time as a chaperone, but we realized this week that we can’t afford for me to go. I need to stay here and watch Baby E for the money. If I went we would not only miss out on that money, but also have to pay a pet sitter.
Igor is so worried about going back. He doesn’t want to.
He understands that to adopt you have to fill out a lot of papers and pay “big money” as he puts it. But he doesn’t understand the concept of the adoption registry, and I can’t explain it in simple English terms that he will understand.
He asks me often about adopting him. I think he thinks we’re just putting him off by saying maybe, we’ll see. But the truth is really, maybe we’ll see. I tried to tell him we need to talk to the director of his orphanage to see if she can shed any insight on his situation, but he thinks that means she is just saying yes or no to adoption. He started to cry a little and said, “She is maybe say no. She is always say no.”
I’m dying inside.
Last night when I was tucking Igor in bed and kissing him goodnight he said, “Maybe I am go to a different family for summer…“
I’ve learned when he says these things it’s not because he wants to go to a different family. It’s because he is actually completely uncertain about his future and is scared to believe that I’m telling the truth when I say he can come here this summer.
I don’t have $2,900 for summer hosting unless I win the Powerball, but hopefully between fundraising and any photography work I can scrape up it will all come together.
This winter Igor has been very open to bonding, and really wanting to be a part of our family. It’s awesome, but it’s also so hard. He doesn’t want to leave, we don’t want him to leave, but he has to go back.
Here’s a video of the kids playing together in the snow yesterday. (It FINALLY snowed here!)